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On waking in the bed of a novelist

maybe the real
definition of love
of who you love
is the person
you are not
willing to ruin the life of
and that’s how you know
*                *                *
I have this new app
it’s called sunshine
it reports what’s plain as day
this morning’s update
it’s raining typing
and your monsoon of lies
will never let me rest

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